.Smoke and cinder settle in an ashtray,
in a dingy bar where romances are born
The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox,
but no country road could ever take us home
She speaks like raging tides against my coastline,
I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know
The whisk.
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